The day seemed so long
The night even longer
I could not help but wonder
Why you were so mad at me
The tone in your voice as if you could care less
I wanted to lie down and die
But all I could do was cry
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. . Giovane. . . . Non colpevole . . . . La cura libera. . . . Di meno amava. . . . Condannato per tutta l'eternità. .
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